Lulu stiffens with nerves when the auctioneer calls attention briefly back to her. Really, she sort of wishes this was a silent auction and she could just keep peeking in on the progress to drive up the price.

The sound of a confident voice outbidding her throws her off, but it's honestly the way Goals has been gently and more subtly goading her on with his quiet gratitude that keeps her from slinking off immediately with defeat, rolling over and giving it up to someone who sounds a lot more composed than Lulu feels.

"Two thousand five hundred," she counters, clearing her throat.

Someone else entirely off to Lulu's left ups the ante even further shouting a five thousand credit bid. "Five five," Lulu asserts, looking slightly more affronted than shy for the moment.